The Blot

Why u have grown up is the question,

Always asked to hide behind the button

Why am I asked o be careful?

When I’m bleeding in the painful corner.

Why do they laugh on the blot on my pant ?

Dont god made us from the same plant.

Oh ! Be careful with your cleavage ,

Am I not born with a brain .

Its all about mentality of people,

Girls still cry for freedom .

Nirbhaya won’t have died,

If they had good mind.

Stop judging the beautiful beads ,

Dont make them feel they gave u birth in vein .IMG_20151002_181251_922

 

 

 

 

Flaky Bite

IMG_20170515_205129We were talking after a day long,

With a fear of being lost

He cried, she wiped ,

Over the mesmorising light .

He thought I’ve changed,

Wanted to tell him I’m still the same.

He loved the way I spoke,

Wanted to have  a pause.

He said why don’t you smile,

I gigled for him from a mile.

We loved the number nine,

Wanted to tell him he is mine.

We always smile,

We know we are always fine .

BURNING WHITE

 SMILE OF THE GIRL WAS SOMEWHERE LOST,

INTO THE WORLD OF DAZZLING THOUGHTS.

SHE WANTED TO CRY,

PAST ASKED HER TO FLY.

SHE WANTED TO BE A SLAVE,

PAST TAUGHT HER TO BE BRAVE.

WHY SHE HAS TO GROW ?

WAS THE QUESTION .

DESIRE TO BE YOUNG,

WAS THE SOLUTION.

TREMBLING UP AND DOWN SHE WALKED THE LADDER,

TREMBLED DOWN WITH GOOMPS ON HER SHOULDER.

MEMORIES STOOD BY TO HEEL THE WOUNDS ,

TAKE HER OFF THE SAD MOODS .

THEY GAVE HER WINGS TO FLY,

LOOK BACK AT THEM WHEN SHE CRY.